They ran through hills and forestAs two under a spellHe was a city boy Floyd the outlawAnd she thought she knew him well.

Long after that great summerWhen she first came into her fameAnd the avenger from OklahomaWas added to her nameThe avenger she became.

Well they call her avenging AnnieThe avenger of womanhoodShe spends her whole life telling liesThese on a mess and over goodShe'll take all these spoilt young hippiesRunning around playing gamesThey're surrounding your bed, she'll blow your headShe'll put you through a change.

What you've done to othersShe'll do unto you.

Then she met her sensitive outlawHe was the best thing she ever did seenShe was to be his wife for the rest of her life,But she was so blind she could never had seen.No!

So she joined up with her outlawAnd headed for California.

He treated her worse than she'd ever imaginedHe didn't say he didn't want her aroundHe kept it up so long, she couldn't be strongHe run her right into the ground.

After five long years,He picked her up and slapped her down.

Then she told her friends about himThey all were on her sideBut she could see through the haze he looked so paleShe put her head right down and she cried.

For her poor loverShe cried like a mother for her poor lover.

And now she lives on a mountain topAnd she's almost thirty-fiveAnd she's found her peace and found her releaseHappy just to be alive.

And she might go back to her FloydIf she thinks it's the thing to doHe gave up murder and theft after she leftAnd you know she still loves him toJust like a worn out shoeJust like a worn out shoeJust like a worn out shoeJust like a worn out shoeJust like a worn out shoeJust like a worn out shoeJust like a worn out shoe

Well they call her avenging AnnieThe avenger of womanhoodShe spends her whole life telling liesLeads them on a mess and over good.